Just Before WakingPoetry & Photo by Joanne Olivieri Your lullabycaressed the sound wavesof his inherent desire to acquiesce to the cliffhanger of his nocturnal episode and debut in the finaleof his dream. He is descendinginto the incoherentrealm of euphoria.Apprehensive of his destinyHe will awaken.
Prince Of Peace The dove of peace unfolds his wings. angel hair entwines heartstrings.As spirits chant, a minstrel sings, the choral melody of kings. Due North a star, lights the wayTo Prince of Peace, where He lay. A child So Mild A Savior born on Christmas day.
Peace On thy lips, fruit of the vineshall evoke a taste of shameMartyred bloodshed cup of wine invisible in His name. Thy wrath befell upon the sightOf devils chance to winged flight
Listen To The Quiet The hush of falling snowthe breath of stormy seasbIrds frolicking on the meadowforest parade of gallant trees. Honeysuckly sweet on the vinehummingbirds morning callwith nectar a rose blush winefrom Spring, through Summer and Fall. A windward breeze blows Eastthe sun slumbers on the Westnatures masterpiecethe day is done, now rest. The night devoid of sunlightcaress the moon and starsat dusk fluorescent twilightguide seafarers from afar. Listen to the quiethear the silent peacewhisper in the momentour spirit to be set free.